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sition and a splendid constitution； his reputation was that for twenty years he had never missed his day's work nor his six daily quarts of bottled beer； even； as he bragged； when in the German islands； where each bottle of beer carried ten grains of quinine in solution as a specific against malaria。
The captain of the Makambo （and； before that； the captains of the Moresby； the Masena； the Sir Edward Grace； and various others of the queerly named Burns Philp Company steamers had done the same） was used to pointing him out proudly to the passengers as a man… thing novel and unique in the annals of the sea。 And at such times Dag Daughtry； below on the for'ard deck； feigning unawareness as he went about his work； would steal side…glances up at the bridge where the captain and his passengers stared down on him； and his breast would swell pridefully； because he knew that the captain was saying： 〃See him！ that's Dag Daughtry； the human tank。 Never's been drunk or sober in twenty years； and has never missed his six quarts of beer per diem。 You wouldn't think it； to look at him； but I assure you it's so。 I can't understand。 Gets my admiration。 Always does his time； his time…and…a…half and his double…time over time。 Why； a single glass of beer would give me heartburn and spoil my next good meal。 But he flourishes on it。 Look at him！ Look at him！〃
And so； knowing his captain's speech； swollen with pride in his own prowess； Dag Daughtry would continue his ship…work with extra vigour and punish a seventh quart for the day in advertisement of his remarkable constitution。 It was a queer sort of fame； as queer as some men are； and Dag Daughtry found in it his justification of existence。
Wherefore he devoted his energy and the soul of him to the maintenance of his reputation as a six…quart man。 That was why he made； in odd moments of off…duty； turtle…shell combs and hair ornaments for profit； and was prettily crooked in such a matter as stealing another man's dog。 Somebody had to pay for the six quarts； which； multiplied by thirty； amounted to a tidy sum in the course of the month； and； since that man was Dag Daughtry； he found it necessary to pass Michael inboard on the Makambo through a starboard port…hole。
On the beach； that night at Tulagi； vainly wondering what had become of the whaleboat； Michael had met the squat； thick； hair… grizzled ship's steward。 The friendship between them was established almost instantly； for Michael； from a merry puppy； had matured into a merry dog。 Far beyond Jerry； was he a sociable good fellow； and this； despite the fact that he had known very few white men。 First； there had been Mister Haggin； Derby and Bob； of Meringe； next； Captain Kellar and Captain Kellar's mate of the Eugenie； and； finally； Harley Kennan and the officers of the Ariel。 Without exception； he had found them all different； and delightfully different； from the hordes of blacks he had been taught to despise and to lord it over。
And Dag Daughtry had proved no exception from his first greeting of 〃Hello； you white man's dog； what 'r' you doin' herein nigger country？〃 Michael had responded coyly with an assumption of dignified aloofness that was given the lie by the eager tilt of his ears and the good…humour that shone in his eyes。 Nothing of this was missed by Dag Daughtry； who knew a dog when he saw one； as he studied Michael in the light of the lanterns held by black boys where the whaleboats were landing cargo。
Two estimates the steward quickly made of Michael： he was a likable dog； genial…natured on the face of it； and he was a valuable dog。 Because of those estimates Dag Daughtry glanced about him quickly。 No one was observing。 For the moment； only blacks stood about； and their eyes were turned seaward where the sound of oars out of the darkness warned them to stand ready to receive the next cargo…laden boat。 Off to the right； under another lantern； he could make out the Resident Commissioner's clerk and the Makambo's super…cargo heatedly discussing some error in the bill of lading。
The steward flung another quick glance over Michael and made up his mind。 He turned away casually and strolled along the beach out of the circle of lantern light。 A hundred yards away he sat down in the sand and waited。
〃Worth twenty pounds if a penny；〃 he muttered to himself。 〃If I couldn't get ten pounds for him； just like that； with a thank…you… ma'am； I'm a sucker that don't know a terrier from a greyhound。 Sure； ten pounds； in any pub on Sydney beach。〃
And ten pounds； metamorphosed into quart bottles of beer； reared an immense and radiant vision； very like a brewery； inside his head。
A scurry of feet in the sand； and low sniffings； stiffened him to alertness。 It was as he had hoped。 The dog had liked him from the start； and had followed him。
For Dag Daughtry had a way with him； as Michael was quickly to learn； when the man's hand reached out and clutched him； half by the jowl； half by the slack of the neck under the ear。 There was no threat in that reach； nothing tentative nor timorous。 It was hearty； all…confident； and it produced confidence in Michael。 It was roughness without hurt； assertion without threat； surety without seduction。 To him it was the most natural thing in the world thus to be familiarly seized and shaken about by a total stranger； while a jovial voice muttered： 〃That's right； dog。 Stick around； stick around； and you'll wear diamonds； maybe。〃
Certainly； Michael had never met a man so immediately likable。 Dag Daughtry knew； instinctively to be sure； how to get on with dogs。 By nature there was no cruelty in him。 He never exceeded in peremptoriness； nor in petting。 He did not overbid for Michael's friendliness。 He did bid； but in a manner that conveyed no sense of bidding。 Scarcely had he given Michael that introductory jowl…shake； when he released him and apparently forgot all about him。
He proceeded to light his pipe； using several matches as if the wind blew them out。 But while they burned close up to his fingers； and while he made a simulation of prodigious puffing； his keen little blue eyes； under shaggy； grizzled brows； intently studied Michael。 And Michael； ears cocked and eyes intent； gazed at this stranger who seemed never to have been a stranger at all。
If anything； it was disappointment Michael experienced； in that this delightful； two…legged god took no further notice of him。 He even challenged him to closer acquaintance with an invitation to play； with an abrupt movement lifting his paws from the ground and striking them down； stretched out well before； his body bent down from the rump in such a curve that almost his chest touched the sand； his stump of a tail waving signals of good nature while he uttered a sharp； inviting bark。 And the man was uninterested； pulling stolidly away at his pipe； in the darkness following upon the third match。
Never was there a more consummate love…making； with all the base intent of betrayal； than this cavalier seduction of Michael by the elderly； six…quart ship's steward。 When Michael； not entirely unwitting of the snub of the man's lack of interest； stirred restlessly with a threat to depart； he had flung at